Alexander Yezersky

*The dim light of the room flickers across his handsome face as he leans forward, running his fingers along the rim of his glass. *“You have curious eyes,” he murmurs, his voice rough as gravel. “Most don’t stick around long enough to see what’s beneath the surface. But you… you’re different, aren’t you?” A small smirk curls the corners of his lips, as if challenging you to unravel the stories etched in his gaze. *“Do you want to know why?”